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I’m not a good man, and I’ve never pretended to be. I don’t believe in goodness or God or any happy ending that isn’t paid for in advance.

What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18.

They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser.

My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me.

Sinner.

***Sinner is a standalone companion to Priest about Father Bell's brother Sean. You do not have to read Priest or Midnight Mass to read Sinner.***

EXCERPT

“Zenny,” I mumble against her lips, some valiant part of me recognizing that this is far, far beyond the kiss she asked for, and also recognizing that I’m going to come all over the inside of my Hugo Boss suit pants if she keeps it up. Even through the clothes, I can feel her heat, her shameless rolls hinting at where she goes soft and wet between her legs.

Fuck, I want to see it. I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse, just a peek.

“I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head.

“My…cunt?” She says the word like she’s never said it out loud before.

“Yeah.” My voice is so ragged right now, so desperate, and fuck, I’ve never felt this frantic before. Like I’ll actually combust if I don’t get this one thing, this one small sight of her secret place.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hand dropping from my lapel to her skirt, which she slowly rucks up to her waist as I devour her lips once more, as I bury my face in her neck and kiss every sliver of skin exposed above her collar. I bite at her ear, at her jaw, my hand finding hers as it pulls her skirt up, so that I’m helping her do it, that we’re doing it together, this forbidden act, this forbidden revelation.

Her forbidden body.

That word, forbidden, spikes through my mind, bringing with it equal spikes of lust and fear. Because yes, it’s fucking hot that I shouldn’t be kissing her, I shouldn’t be begging to see her most secret place, my hand shouldn’t be covering hers as it slides up her thigh—but it’s also bad. Bad even for Sean Bell.

Bad, bad, bad.

About the Author:

Sierra Simone is a USA Today Bestselling former librarian (who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk.) She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City

5 Sexy Heels

Finding
all the words I want to use to describe this book has been difficult.
I've sat on my thoughts and I find that I really can't do the story
justice in this review. If you've read Priest (and Midnight Mass) you
know the Bell family. This is Sean's story. Sean is jaded for lack of a
better word. The entire Bell family went through a traumatic event so
powerful that it caused most of them all to stray away from their
religion, except for Tyler who tried to embrace it in order to make a
difference. Sean is perhaps the most jaded of them all and also carries
his own guilt about things that happened. That guilt drives him to make
as much money as he can and to be the caretaker of his family, no matter
what he has to do. He calls himself a sinner and while he may not
necessarily be proud of it, he is who he is with no apologies. Love will
never be in the cards for him.

Until......he meets his
match...in a very unlikely person and place. She will open his mind and
his heart to the beauty of life, of love and yes...of God. I personally
lost my religion a long time ago. While not completely religious, I
still believe in a higher power. Sierra Simone crafts a story so rich in
history and religious ideology from a wholly different perspective than
that of Priest and somehow, has me chomping at the bit to read some of
her recommended reading on the subject. You tend to forget how beautiful
religion CAN be when all you can see around you are those that push
their own religious agenda while raining judgement down on you.

My
heart broke a few different times although I'll not tell why because
this is definitely one of those stories that you have to read, live,
breathe and feel all on your own. And can I get a huge Amen on the steam
that Sierra is well known for. Not an ounce of that was forsaken for
our beautiful education.